This is a song about "Money cars and girls"

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

Or call you up, or send a text

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together